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Aldo's standing at his table |
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He's wondering if he's able |
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To pick the number right this time |
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He watches as the wheel stops spinning |
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Sees the number that is winning |
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As he reaches for his glass of wine |
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Once he starts it's hard to stop |
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He's keeping up a pace like a tight wound clock |
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Be sure you don't step in his way |
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He'll keep those numbers rolling |
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This may be his last day |
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As all the bets are taken |
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Aldo lights a smoke, he's shakin' |
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From carnation right to the ground |
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He knows tonight holds one last chance |
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He gives the wheel a final glance |
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Slippery fingers drop the money down |
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Once he starts it's hard to stop |
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He's keeping up a pace like a tight wound clock |
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And as he leaves the table (no luck today?) |
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You can rest assured |
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He's coming back to try again |
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Wind him up, he can't stop |
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He's wound up tight just like the clock |
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That's winding its second hand down |
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Wind him up, he can't stop |
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He keeps on going 'round the clock |
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He's winding his second hand down |
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Wind him up, he won't stop |
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He's wound up tight just like the clock |
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That's winding its second hand down |
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Wind him up, he won't stop |
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He keeps on going 'round the clock |
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That's winding its second hand down |
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Wind him up, he can't stop |
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He's wound up tight just like the clock |
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That's winding its second hand down |
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Wind him up, he can't stop |
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He keeps on going 'round the clock |
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He's winding his second hand |
